Ramada Fisting

by Ron Kelly

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Marty and I first met at a Ramada in Branson looking through a glory hole , this one was open enough for a cock to slide through as well as a set of balls, should the guy have nerve enough to do so, Marty was one of those guys.

Being able to see so much, I had a good look at his person as well as his cock. He was a slender built, flat belly, natural tan and was born in the islands. There was not a hair on the guy other than his head, not even a beard, how lucky can one guy be.

His equipment was somewhere between nine and ten inches of hard meat, now, myself, I don't run across those very often except in pictures, so I knew full well, I wanted some time with this guy.

We showed off for one another for a bit, then he stood, pushing his dick through the hole, as well as his balls. I really get into sucking balls with a smooth sac such as his and made the most of it.

When I had had enough of the balls, I went after his cock, taking my time, before engulfing the whole thing. I was unable to get much of him down my throat, I knew if I had him in the open, I would be able to get at least four inches down there, allowing him to enjoy throat fucking me in earnest.

His cock was beginning to throb as he moaned, trying to shove more through the hole, then it erupted, flooding my mouth with warm, creamy jism, needless to say, I cleaned it up. When he retrieved his dick, I hurriedly pulled my pants up and was waiting when he came out.

"Thanks" He said, "that was great."

"Your welcome, "I said, smiling." Do you have time for a cup of coffee?" I asked.

"Sure, I owe you that at least." He said, laughing.

We went to the lounge and took a table, ordering coffee. When the waitress had come and gone, I asked him if he was here on a visit and he said he was.

"Me to," I said, "Would you like to look things over together?"

"Sure, sounds great to me, maybe we can do more later, huh." He said smiling.

"Your reading my mind." I laughed.

That evening after dinner, we took in a show. As the show progressed, I felt Marty’s hand on my thigh, then move slowly to my crotch, squeezing my cock. Turnabout fair play, so I returned the favor.

We done this through the whole show. By the time it ended, we were both afraid to stand up and let the crowd disperse before doing so, outside, we laughed our ass off.

"Let's go to my place and I'll fix us a drink, ok?" he said.

"Hey, I'm with you. I said, still laughing.

He had a nice apartment, said he hated sleeping rooms, not enough space. After fixing us a bourbon and water, we sat back and relaxed.

"So, what all are you into Ron?" he asked.

"Just about anything within reason." I said.

"And just what do feel is within reason." He said,smiling.

"If it's something I like doing, then it's within reason." I said, laughing.

"You ever done fisting?" He asked.

"Yes, matter of fact I have, one time."

"How did you feel about it; did you enjoy it?"

"Very much so, don't know when I've ever had such an erotic feeling, before or after." I said.

"You said one time, is there a reason for not having a second?"

"I never found anyone I could trust that much after that, also, I was concerned about my anus becoming stretched out for good."

"Never happen, if you don't indulge too much. "He said.

"You into that sort of thing?" I asked.

"Yes, as a top mostly though. Would you be interested in my fisting you?"

"Have you done it much?", I asked.

"Just a minute, He said, left the room and returned with a slide projector, set it up and turned down the lights.

He then run through the slides, showing him as he fisted several different guys, there was no doubt the guy knew what he was doing.

"Well, what do you think, want to give it a go?" He said.

The pictures stirred old feelings, my cock was stretching my jeans.

"You all set up for that?" I said.

Taking my hand, he pulled me up, leading me to the bedroom. There he had a sling rigged up, along with all the equipment one would need.

"Damn, you’re set for it aren't you." I said, laughing.

"Everything we need, shall we?" He said.

I began stripping off my clothes and he followed suit. Once he had me in the sling, my legs through stirrups, my ass up in the air, he picked up a can of crisco, working some up my ass, then took out a speculum that doctors used to hold the anus open, inserted it just inside my hole, then opened it slowly. I could feel my rectum stretching open wider and wider.

"Need to get the speculum to where it will stay open some.' he said, smiling.

Then he set a tub like bucket under my ass, hooked up a water bottle above me on a hook, removed the tongs and inserted an enema tube deep inside, released the stop on the hose and I could feel my ass filling with warm water. We done this four times, each time I would swear my belly was going to pop, but of course it never, then the tongs went back inside for a while longer.

In time, he the speculum, slipped on a surgeon’s clove and began packing my stretched out ass with crisco. I watched as he worked untill he had all four fingers inside, turning, twisting, nudging in and out in short fast jabs, "How’s that feel?" He said, looking up at me and smiling.

"I love it, but I love what’s coming later even more." I said.

"Aw, then you do remember. You ever have an orgasm that lasted so long before that?"

"Never." I said.

He had worked for a good forty five minutes to get where we were, then he slipped the whole hand inside. I jumped at first and he stopped till I had settled down.

"Just remember, don't do that when I get my fist in there, ok?"

"Yeah, I remember, thats was a slip, won't happen again."

His fist was making it's self noticed as he nudged it around inside, pushing forward ever so slightly.

"Yeah, your going to be a good subject Ron, real good." He said.

He licked his lips, looking down at my cock which was up like a tent pole. Every once in a while he would bend forward and suck the head real quick, or lick it's pee slit as he continued working his fist around in my ass.

"How far did the guy go the last time?" He said.

"About half way to his elbow." I said.

"Hey, you done good then man, real good."

"Yeah, but I passed out twice.

"That ole feeling makes a guy swoon huh." He laughed.

"It sure did". I said.

Now, lay back and enjoy." He said.

I could feel his fist still working to stretch me open, nudging forward a bit now and then. In time I could feel the knuckles touch bottom, I knew from before just what to do, I strained slightly as though I was going to the bathroom, feeling his fist move forward about a half inch as it entered the second part of my intestine, stretching open.

There was some pain, but not so much like hurt, but more like a feeling of erotic pleasure, I knew what to expect and was anxious for that wonderful feeling. I never had to wait long as Marty gently nudged his fist forward, stretching out that part that was not disturbed very often.

I have never been able to explain it justly, it is like no feeling you have endured before, like a continuous orgasm that just blows your mind.

"Everything ok in there?" Marty asked.

"Yesssss", was all I was able to say, I was beginning to swoon slightly.

Looking down, I saw his arm buried up my ass, almost to the elbow, from here on, it was unexplored territory.

"You sure you want to go on?" He said, as he rested awhile.

"I'm sure, oh man am I sure." I gasp.

Once again, he bent to suck my cock which by the way was about to burst. He made one to many bob's on the thing and it erupted in his mouth, my ass muscles tightening around his arm, sending a feeling through me that damm near made me pass out.

"Man, that was quite a load ."He said, smiling, but to me his face was a blur, the words like they were coming from far off or on a slow playing record. My eyes were beginning to flutter as I gazed down, his elbow was just about to enter my anus.

"Hang on Ron, this might smart a little." He said, sweat running down his face.

I still had enough sense to relax just before the elbow popped inside, sending another rush through my body. I had never taken drugs, but if this was the feeling they had, I could almost understand it, almost, but not quite.

I knew I was going when my eyes started trying to roll back in my head as wave after wave of pure ecstasy swept through my being, then I went out, like in a dream. I don't know how long I was out, but recognized that feeling again as I came back to the present.

Looking down at Marty, I saw his arm was halfway between his elbow and shoulder, much farther than the other guy had gone. He had a strange look in his eyes, as if they were glazed over. I have to admit, even as I was riding high, I still had enough sense to be concerned.

"Easy Marty, easy". I said, my voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

He never let on as he heard me as his fist continued to twist and turn. The feeling was building once again, and I lost sight of his face as I drifted away once again. When I returned this time, Marty had my cock in his mouth, chewing on it, whimpering as he done so.

Marty was really worked up, I could see that, his chewing on my cock was causing no pain for the simple reason it was not strong enough to over ride the other inside my bowels. His arm was in to the point of only four inches showed remaining below the shoulder. Summing up all the strength I could muster, I said, "Marty! Marty!, enough Marty, enough!"

His head rose up from my dick an began to shake, then his eyes began to clear a little. Without even being aware of the fact, he was still nudging his fist inside my bowels. Now there was only two inches left. Just the thought not only scared me, but excited me also.

Marty was still trying to get his head straight, his fist still nudging gently, but surely toward it's goal. Then he was there, he could could not go any further and once again I blacked out. When I came back around, I noticed his arm had backed up about four inches, he was coming out very slowly. Not only so as not to hurt me, but to allow me as much pleasure as possible.

There was cum all over my belly as well as some still on Marty's chin. I could see my cock was red from all his chewing, but no pain,just that wonderful feeling running through me as his fist moved slowly down through my colons. As his arm was down to his wrist, I noticed the clock, we had been at it for more than four hours, a long time for an orgasm to last and it was not over yet.

Just before removing his fist, he said, "Are you ready? Do you remember the feeling you had last time?"

All I could do was bite my lips and nod, then he pulled it out, sending a pain shooting through me once again, The last thing I saw, was my cock shooting another wad of cum in the air, then I went out again. When I again woke up, Marty was washing my ass, cleaning me up.  He had washed crisco from his arm before cleaning me, with one last wipe he said, "Ok guy, how do you feel?"

"Like I had just died and came back." I said, smiling.

"Are you aware of how far we went?' He asked.

"Last thing I saw was your shoulder, man that was awesome!" I said.

"Yes, it was for me to, that’s the farthest I have ever gone myself."

He helped me up, then led me to the shower, adjusted the water and helped me inside, holding my body to his. The water felt great as well as his hands lathering me up. After drying me off, we went back to the bedroom and rested awhile before dressing. My ass let me know there had been an intruder up there, but the feeling lingered and I could not believe my pecker became hard again just from thinking of it.

I knew there would be no anal sex for awhile, not till my ass shrunk back up a bit anyway, but it was well worth it, not something I would want to do for a long while, but something I would remember for sure.

Marty and I spent a wonderful two days, then we left for our respected places, to my dismay, I never heard from or saw him again but I would forever remember him.....

by Ron Kelly

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